Chapter one of a longer series of journal entries of my Fem Trevelyan, rogue, the woman with nothing odd until the oddness became her daily life. A journal of an average noble woman who became the emissary of Ostwick and later the Inquisitor.

Journey to the Conclave Day 1

I was taught to always keep log of my journey, and to write down my impression of events. After all, memory was not something that could be fully trusted. Therefore I'm here again. This journal would not be a memoir by a teenage girl as I have almost reached the age of 27 now. And while I'm still not doing my duty of continuing the line of the House of Trevelyan by childbirth, which I'm certain would keep my dear brother joyful, as no one could threaten his son's position as heir for our family, this type of life of noble errands and reports suit me greatly. I was neither the best warrior nor the brightest student nor the most devout. So here I am on the road again. This time, it would be a witness to an event of situation that I don't even begin to understand. While we should have sympathy for the mage's plight, but to what extend? Terrorist acts of blowing up the Kirkwall Chantry was not the solution. I remembered seeing the Champion of Kirkwall and all of her bravado, making discourses of tolerance and so on, but to help one of her apostate friends to blow up the Chantry and mass murdering innocents, was inconceivable motion.

But its enough for the day.

Journey to the Conclave Day 5

I so hate sea trip, I despise boats, and so does Prettycurlytail. Yes, I know it's an idiot name for a war stallion and everyone are so fond of remind me this, but how could he have a different name? It was because of his beautiful appearance that I choose him, how could someone not love his curly tail and mane? Beautiful and natural, unlike those fancy Orlesian horses whose tails and main were curled by hot iron.

WE ARE SUFFERING. I KNOW I ALREADY WROTE that, but boat stank and made me nauseous. If Prettycurlytails dies, I will never find another horse like him. I'm close to asking for the mages on board if some of them is a good enough healer and may look after her or at least giver her some poultice.

Journey to the Conclave Day 8

We've just arrived in Highever , thankfully, Lukas, one of the mages, was able to take care of Prettycurlytail. Lukas was a thin and nervous beardless man who reminded me of a bureaucrat cleric than a mage. I offered to pay him, but he refused me saying that if his action moved my heart into a friendlier position toward mages, it was enough payment for him.

I really admire Fergus Cousland. He is a man to be admire. He reconstructed The Cousland castle, the village and everything near Highever meticulously. There is no doubt that the hero of Ferelden is from the same bloodline that he is. It is ashamed that we couldn't stay longer here, but it is also for the best, as I am developing an unhealthy infatuation for the Teryn, who has recently remarried. Even though, the rumor was their union was merely for political purpose and security of his bloodline, it is healthier to step away of any daydream and complication. This made me wonder, why all handsome men have to be a complicated, problematic and et cetera? That is definitely the reason that I won't marry. I hate the angst. I want laughter, fun and light in my life. Marriage offers too many complication. It seems that I will remain single forever.

Journey to the Conclave Day 11

I could definitively live in Fereldan. It's a beautiful land, even after the Blight. And the people here are strong and resourceful enough to reconstruct in such a short time. I adore the animals, as I love dogs and horses. I am thinking of bringing a Mabari home now. How scandalous would it be!

We are camping near lake Calenhad before making our journey up to Haven. My travel has opened up more experience with the mages, and I grew less afraid of them, I even started to sympathize with their plight. But still they are not like other people and that's is a little disturbing at least for me. And reassuring uncle Jared that I wasn't going to be on the mage's love boat was one of the highlights of the trip. As if I didn't know that Uncle was always going on the mages' "working women" in those brothels that he often frequented.

Talking to uncle Jared about our place in the family and our position in Ostwick was reassuring for me. No one beside him would understand that we didn't have anything denied from us, but our obligation lied elsewhere, not in home, not in our states, not in the Chantry and not even in our army, but lied in the fact that we could gather information, make connections and be free enough to be use in case of need. We were not as useless as everyone thought us to be or as lazy dead weights who were good for nothing except for spending our family's money. Those years in the diplomatic school in Orlais taught me not only the importance of the "Game" but also how much work I had ahead of me to avoid my land being poisoned by it.

Here, camping by the Lake, I had one of the most honest conversation of my life with my Uncle. I think Fereldan ale was not a drink that my uncle should be drinking. Half of the stories I've heard from him were too embarrassing to even be said out loud, let alone repeated to another person. At least this reassured me that I could enjoy myself and no one back home would really care if I was discreet enough. After all nothing was really expected of me.

Conclave day 1

We finally arrived at Haven, and for the first time in years I felt an aura of The Maker. I don't know if it the mountains and the cold air or the surrounding that made me feel this way or if it was the pilgrims. Perhaps it was the chant of light being sung at all time. So our party that came from the Free March, banded together and decided to go to the Temple to make our pilgrimage. We're leaving our horses in Haven and would complete our trip to the Conclave by walking and praying. Hopefully this meeting would achieve some peace. However, I'm not very optimistic that peace seemed impossible between the mages and Templars who have long been engaging in violence and war.

The mages have too much power literally in their hands to just go about Thedas unchecked; however, depriving them of freedom achieved nothing. If there is something that I learned from all this journey is that mages are people, and people who care and love and cry and shit.

At the same time they are also people who can succumb to temptation and can destroy so much more than an ordinary person would. So what would be the solution? One thing I am certain, I don't want to be in the position of Divine Justinia and the Chantry that have to deal with this situation. I am quite happy in my role as a listener and reporter for our state back home. Let them solve their own problem.